Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
Bm
C
Am
F
G
Am
You don't
wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
Bm
C
Gettin' money,
we pray that we don't touch the
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face the day
when you forced to squeeze
See a nigga turn hustler,
Bm
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you must
When you lost the color of green,
Bm
schemes with the toast
C
Keep residential swampin'
Am
that you thugs don't boast
F
Knee deep in the game
G
and now you lovin' the coat
Am
Cuz it make you wanna stack a quarter,
let em be ghosts
Then get out the ghetto,
get out the slums
Bm
C
Get out the gutter, break out the metal
Break out the guns,
F
break out the butter
Makin' em stutter, masked up,
G
lookin' for green
Am
What you call a robbery,
we call reachin' for dreams
Life's an illusion,
Bm
every day is never what it seems
Am
Searchin' for fame,
C
Am
just like a maze to get to the green
F
Center for real, like wheel of fortune,
G
spinnin' the wheel
Am
Buy low and sell high
like a Wall Street deal
Truth and the pain,
Bm
after these cats are usin' they brain
C
Bustin' for nothin',
Am
takin' this, strugglin' to gain
F
But then there's those who respect,
G
and the thug for this game
Am
That play by code to honor
when they're dealin' with
You don't wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
C
Gettin' money, we greater,
we don't touch the
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face a game
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustler,
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fans,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what my team is like the armada
Bm
comin' through like a fleet of ships
C
Guns with clips, it's a color line
Am
between the bloods and crips
F
G
Don't avoid the war zone
to save your private Ryan
Am
Peek around the walls
and your top get blown
It's alright if you afraid of dyin'
Bm
C
But you froze in the crucial moment
Am
When the peeps needed the ammo
F
to gun down the opponents
G
Am
Son got the slugs in his chest
while you sittin' on the stairs
Sheddin' tears,
actin' like you not knowin'
Bm
The enemies passed you,
C
knew you wouldn't bust your gun
Am
Standin' there lookin'
F
shook and stunned,
G
now you stressin'
Am
Knowin' is your forty, took your man,
took the essence
When it should've been you
and the peace after restin'
C
Understand that's a deep lesson
Am
Can't be dealin' with these cats
F
in the game with flaws
G
Understandin' that they hand on,
Am
they smell like yours
Be the same ones you havin'
what you flossin' on toys
Bm
Be the main ones to send the goons
C
a -kickin' your doors
Am
So you watch who you havin',
F
you're a media circle
G
Cause in the end,
Am
those the ones that could hurt you
And in the end,
those the ones that could hurt you
Sometimes hustlers starve,
C
gettin' money,
we pray that we don't touch y
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangsta,
G
sometimes gangstas bleed
Am
And one day you face a game
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustla,
Bm
and a hustla turn thug
C
A thug turn gangsta
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you must
If you got dreams to settle
Bm
down with a brick
C
Then you better get an entourage
Am
of metal and clips
F
Get you a trade aid of three pound
G
to watch your chips
Am
It's better than a dog
and you ain't got to feed him shit
Don't trust no man,
Bm
never been to talk to a chick
C
Same bitch that set you up
Am
and had a shot in your whip
F
Don't get involved in nothing,
G
you can't even three ticks
Am
These streets ain't a playground,
so squeeze the hip
I'm in the cut like a rock side,
Bm
bubblin'
C
Am
Good fellas comin' in, we troublin'
F
You scared to let us come out,
G
knowin' we dumb out
Am
When we pullin' guns out,
you change your whole route
Know what germ be about,
Bm
spittin' 16,
C
spit the last fuckin' 8
Am
This set the record straight,
F
controlin' my destiny
G
I'm kinda scared of fate,
Am
if you cross the wrong path
You don't wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
Bm
C
Gettin' money,
Am
we pray that we don't touch you, y
F
You wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face a day
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustler,
Bm
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' try
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
Dm
do it with your eyes
A
You be no hustler,
Am
sometimes hustlers starve
C
Gettin' money,
we pray that we don't touch you,
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face the day
when you're forced to squeeze
See a nigga turn hustler,
see a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' drop
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you gotta do
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